I sit reflecting
I feel the end has begun
It seems my days
Now mirror the setting sun
So many places that I've been
The ride that was long seems
So short in terms of now and then

For all that has been
And all that is
And all that's to be
Lord, I'm just killing time
Time's killing me

Dead man breathing
Just taking up space
Calloused and weathered
Like the lines on one's face
Dead man breathing
My conscience is bare
The lining of my soul is torn
Yet I no longer care

For all that has been
And all that is
All that's to be
Lord, I'm just killing time
Time's killing me
For all that has been
And all that is
All that's to be
Lord, I'm just killing time
Time's killing me